The next thing she knew, she was being tied up again to two solid wooden beams that had a thick, leather strap between them that lay across her stomac... to support her weight. One ankle was chained to the base of each beam, and her arms were chained behind her to the top of each beam. Her breasts were swinging freely in the cave air, jutting out from her curving body as if trying to break free from her chest. Her ass was poised up in the air and she knew she was not done being fucked. She tried. First I smiled and, without opening my eyes, I called my wife's name and said she's a naughty girl. The feeling was amazing; I just lay back and enjoyed. A few minutes went by, then I opened my eyes and I saw my wife next to me sleeping like a baby. I got freaked out a bit so I slowly lifted my blanket and saw my gorgeous daughter with her amazing eyes taking my big cock into her mouth as she sucked me, squeezed me, licked me. Slowly she slid me out, smiled and said, "Surprised, daddy?" All I. The fact that I had chosen to live out in the boonies, with only Jake as my companion, was simply an unconscious extension of that lonely style of life. He had suffered under similar circumstances, though not the same, but it still made us well suited to live together.And, as much as I was saddened by having to leave my family again, I was glad to see Jake when I got back. Interestingly, I was greeted by someone else before I saw Jake. It was a dog, and he acted like he owned the place and I. I fixed a meal, lots of it, expecting Jerry to put away at least a pound of steak. He didn’t, he ate less than I did. I asked him to stay the night, since we needed to go to the Courthouse the next day to change some records. He agreed, so I checked the spare bedroom and got it all ready. I settled in for the night. A sound woke me up, glancing at the clock, it was 3 AM. I heard the sound again, then ‘Damn!’ Slipping out of bed, I stepped down the hall and looked into the living room. Jerry was.